Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.